Katherine, after the summer-school-ending-a-month-before-pre-school-begins hiatus, is back in the “extended care” (day care) at her school this week, largely due to (a) Margie absolutely needing to be in the office this week before we hie our ways hence to California, and (b) Margie’s office’s day care being full up.
Actually, it’s not a bad deal, since it gets her back warmed up for pre-school starting (ack!) next week. M-Th, 12:30-4 (with an extra half hour then back in the Rainbow Room until Daddy can break away from the office to pick her up).
Margie took her in this morning, as she will most days, and was jazzed that, when Katherine arrived, the Rainbow Room head adult pointed her out and a number of kids were enthused by her return. Huzzah! I always worry about her socialization and having friend and all that (project much, Dave?), and so seeing stuff like that makes me happy.
When I picked her up, she opined that today would be a good day to go to Starbucks. See, during her previous pre-school year, M and W, I would pick her up, and on Wednesdays we would go by the comic book store (a few blocks away) and the Starbucks (just down the strip mall from that).
Now that it’s going to be four days a week, I informed her that neither my wallet nor my waistline could endure Starbucks that often. Wednesdays are The Day for Starbucks (since that’s when comics are in).
We went downstairs, after I picked her up from the Rainbow Room, to peer into her new class, the Brown Room. She’s very excited over the whole prospect. So, frankly, are we, because, damn, not only is she continuing to grow like a weed, but her cognitive skills keep taking hitherto-undreamt-of permutations. Teach that girl to speak straight, and nothing will stop her — and I’m not 100% certain that’s a prerequisite.